專(zhuān)四晨讀美文：The Shawshank Redemption

The Shawshank Redemption
Wiley: Dufresne! Dufresne! Andy, let me out! Andy? Andy?
Red: I have no idea to this day
what those two Italian ladies were singin' about.
Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.
I like to think they were singin' about something so beautiful
that it can't be expressed in words,
and makes your heart ache because of it.
I tell you, those voices soared.
Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream.
It was like some beautiful bird
flapped into our drab little cage
and make these walls dissolve away.
And for the briefest of moments,
every last man at Shawshank felt free.
It pissed the warden off something awful.
Norton:Open the door! Open it up! Dufresne, open this door!
Turn that off! I am warning you, Dufresne, turn that off!
Hadley: Dufresne, you're mine now.
Red: Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
Hadley: On your feet!
Con: Hey, look who's here. Maestro.
Heywood: You couldn't play somethin' good, huh?
Hank Williams, or somethin'?
Andy: They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Floyd: Was it worth it? Two weeks in the hole?
Andy: Easiest time I ever did.
Ernie: Bullshit. No such thing as easy time in the hole.
Snooze: That's right. A week in the hole is like a year.
Jigger: Damn straight.
Andy: I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
Floyd: So, they let you tote that record player down there, huh?
Andy: It was in here, and in here.
That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you.
Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Red: Well, I played a mean harmonica as a younger man.
Lost interest in it, though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy: Here is where it makes the most sense.
We need it so we don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy: Forget that there are places in the world
that aren't made out of stone；
that there's something inside that they can't get to,
that they can't touch.
That's yours.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy: Hope.
Red: Hope？Let me tell you something my friend.
Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
It's got no use on the inside. You better get used to that idea.
Andy: Like Brooks did?